insane clown posse - silence of the hams lyrics
silence of the hams squeal pigs
split they wigs
mr. bigs
this is gonna flip they lids
screw you f–king b-tch
now me tell you something about my side of town
pork chops get sauteed so they don’t f–k around
you have the right to remain silent
i plead the 4 5th flip the script on the b-tch and get violent
and we high on mary jane enphadamies
cutting they ears off ten year sergeant veterans
i’m like a young pig skinna from the h.o.k.
ain’t no way we ain’t gonna spray away
4 killas and a lapro? ham
we staying ice out like the abdominal snowman
ain’t no man no ham no godd-mn coppa gonna drop me
i’ll pop em with the heart stopper
silence of the hams is what i burst
but first
let me tell you what’s worst
october 31st
bl–dy halloweens
screams and police sirens
rapid firing my auto mattic pistol
i pop chris
and i pop crystals
shootin’ off my missiles at police cars
right out side your local t-ttie bars
these wicked stars
it’s the silence of the hams and you lookin’ hammy (uh-oh)
sawed off pistol grip and i glock click bammy (pow)
oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya)
brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper
so silence of the hams
clint east i smell your cut
lets talk about it over a watermelon blunt
hannibal cannibal ate a cop for lunch
and chewed on his badge like some captain crunch
apb out on the juggalo
icp and 3 insane search through the 313
you can’t protect or serve me
matter of fact, you work for me
you fired f-ggot, f–k that!
me and d and t and e and sh-ggy 2 dope
rear rear f–k that buck pat dun dun dun dun
psychopathic hatchets swinging catching a flinging bl–dy bacon
body dropping b-tches singing preacher preaching f–kin faking
booty heavy b-tches waiting back at my house
i be antic-p-tin’ putting d-ck in they mouth
ain’t no f–kin cop about to raid on my parade
when i been dreaming about killing a cop from 2nd grade
p-o-l-i-c-e me,
homi-c-i-d-e
you don’t wanna see me
red and blue lights talking on the cb
luitenant and a rookie
d-mn i gotta cookie
all through my sh-t they wanna take a extra lookie
probably wanna book me
off to jail they took me
i know i’m looking at alot of time without some nookie
ehehehehehh
it’s the silence of the hams and you lookin’ hammy (uh-oh)
sawed off pistol grip and i glock click bammy (pow)
oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya)
brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper
boom boom boom (switch)
boom “who the f–k is that?” it’s e & j, b-tch
i don’t give a f–k if you rap you gets no love
you can wrap your lips around my d-ck and suck f-ggot, what?
we getting wicked hallowicked when we kick it
bring the pickit sign
wicked rhyme d-time
it’s raining diamonds
the sixth joker’s card is in your front yard
b-tch don’t be sccccured
it’s the silence of the hams and you lookin’ hammy (cop killaz, police killaz)
sawed off pistol grip and i glock click bammy (pow) (m-th-f–ka don’t test me)
oooooh ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya)
brake out with the trumpet service something proper proper (insane clown posse and esham)
me and j sv what? icp
ogin’ icp and. you know it
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